The Congress Page #5

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Oh, my God.

Jeff!

Jeff Green, did you hear me?

Can you f***ing hear me?

Stop!

STOP!! I'll sign! I'll sign.

Just stop f***ing with my head!

Please, stop.

I'll sign.

If it be your will,

that I speak no more,

And my voice be still,

As it was before

I will speak no more,

I shall no pipe, none tune.

I am spoken for...

If it be your will...

Are you Robin Wright?

Yes, at least I used to be.

Miramount Police!

You went too far. You know we are busy

making you a star.

Next time we'll shoot you. F***ing whore!

Arrest her. NOW!!

Miss Wright, Mr. Green is expecting you at his office.

So you're here too, huh?

You and I are the only ones who survived.

And who are all the rest?

Characters they invented.

What have you been doing all these years?

I was with UNICEF,

hanging out foods for the hungry kids of Africa.

And you?

Taking care of my son.

Robin! Robin, Robin, Robin. Vow! Vow...

You look fantastic! Un-animated, I mean.

Look who's left.

Just you and... what's his name,

sitting outside, um...?

That guy's one thing, he cost me a fortune,

but you -

I paid 2 cents for your contract and

her you still are,

20 years later.

What you've been doing all these years?

Feeding hungry children in Africa.

- There still is hungry kids there, huh?

- Well, not so many, thanks to you.

So... tell me about this congress, Jeff.

Why is everyone so stressed out?

- Oh well, you will see in a while.

- What will I see?

You see, Robin,

that pretty soon this whole structure

will stop existing.

Structure? What do you mean, Jeff?

This, the Miramount Classic,

the Miramount Hotel?

No, no, no. Not Miramount Hotel. I mean,

this whole structure won't exist.

The script writer, who needs his antidepressants,

The ex-Russian story-board artist

with the drinking problem,

Animators always behind deadline,

And those idiots who fall in love

with their computer characters.

Special effects people, they can all

go to F*** themselves!

Movies are old news, Robin.

A remanent of the last millennium.

As you will very soon find out upstairs,

in the Futurist Congress

Miramount Nagasaki is entering a new age.

We are in the era of free choice!

And what does that mean for

the extension of our contract?

The contract is no big deal,

just a 20-year extension.

And one other little clause.

What's in this "other little clause", Jeff?

That from now on...

... they can drink you.

Or you can be eaten, like an omelette [...],

or creme brulee.

You see, Robin - from now on, you're...

...a substance, that is all.

You're a chemical formula.

that Miramount-Nagasaki's

brilliant pharmaceutical department has cracked.

And people can - can drink you, in their milkshake,

and imagine you the way that they LIKE.

- Everything?

- Yes.

"Everything", means everything.

Drama, Little Red Riding Hood,

extreme art-house, porn,

comedy, Sci-Fi, trash, zombies.

WHAT do you care?

Now tell me something, Robin:

when you fantasies alone, in bed, in the dark

do you pay him or her,

royalties?

You'll sign anyway, Robin.

Oh yeah? And why do you think so?

Because you might have sold your image

as an actress,

but the actress never left your soul.

You drove all this way just to be on stage

for a single moment of fame.

To be seen, after all these years.

And you will sign for the same reason.

Ladies

and gentlemen.

LOOK AT US !!

For God's sake, look at us!!

Can you believe that a tiny mini-ampule

manufactured at the Miramount-Nagasaki labs

made THIS!!

neo-God creation!

I'd say

if you hear,

you're a believer.

My friends,

I came here

to declare

that our great, great scientists

at the Miramount-Nagasaki labs

have recently cracked

the chemical formula of FREE CHOICE!

I, Reeve Bobs,

President of Miramount-Nagasaki, here declare

that as of tomorrow

that genius Free Choice formula

be out in the market accessible

for each and every human being!

Now just imagine

a life with no frustration.

No jealousy.

No ego.

You have a dream?!

Be your dream, for God's sake!

Ladies and gentlemen,

It is a supreme honor for me

to invite to this stage

the everlasting symbol

of the Miramount-Nagasaki revolution

She used to be our finest actress

then she became

the best ever DIGITAL actress

Agent Robin!

And as of tomorrow

you can be her!

be her, be with her!!

ROBIN WRIGHT!!

Look at me.

They call me the "symbol".

I used to be an actress.

Then I was a pile of computer codes.

And now, as of tomorrow, you gonna be able

to drink me, you can become me,

by drinking a milkshake.

Wake up, people! Wake up!

Behind every chemical compound you invent,

and use, there is a person built exactly like you.

From the same material,

the same loves,

the same dreams.

Wake up!

This is my son.

He can barely hear, he is deaf.

And you could have been his hope, all of you.

Did you ever think

to direct your chemistry research

to his problem?

Or to hundreds of millions of other children?

Did you, ever?

I just want to remind you of one thing:

that if you think,

that by releasing your chemistry,

to the world

you'll dictate, how we desire,

what we desire...

I just want to tell you: by doing that,

you will be releasing your conscience as well,

and your conscience will devour you.

And you'll die of guilt.

You will die of guilt.

Look at me!

I am your prophet of doom!

FRIENDS!!

You've gone too far!

Don't you get it?

Just imagine!

Tomorrow when you leave Abrahama,

you will never know that you left!

Because

from tomorrow on

Abrahama will no longer be

a Looney Tunes playground!

Abrahama is going to be our life!

You should go back inside.

Robin!

It is Robin, right?

Let's go. Now!

Breathe.

Breath deeply, hold it as long as you can.

Come on.

You need to get down below, I feel it coming.

- Do you believe them?

- Of course I believe them!

We already trapped in our animated characters.

Sarah!

- I think I saw Sarah.

- You probably did.

It just like her to be one of the rebels,

you should be very proud.

How do you know who Sarah is? How do you know?!

I know a lot more than you can imagine, Robin.

Okay, clear out! I got a badly injured woman here.

[...] woman with severe head injury, what's wrong with you, people?

She has irreversible hallucinogenic poison,

now who is getting up their seat?

I suggest we draw straws.

- Who are you?

- I'm from management.

- What management?

- Hotel management.

Everyone here is a hotel management

it's powerful important people.

Sit.

Stay with me.

Robin, you must just stay with me,

this is very important.

Listen to me.

Don't sink, don't give up.

Stay awake, please.

I want to see my son.

This is his first time alone in home.

As soon as we can, I'll connect you.

Stay awake, please.

Robin! Tell me about Aaron.

Are you Robin Wright?

- Yes, why? - Miramount Police.

Come on board.

Give her more oxygen, we need her alive!

Why keep her alive

if you can manufacture a thousand of old pretties

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